Star I Am
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The Garden

It starts with a thought,

a subtle vibration,
Intention,
projected into the Ether,
Union of the God and Goddess,
coming together to become one.

The result, a manifestation of consciousness,
a dense holographic projection,
knowable to the five senses.

This projection, an inner reflection,
expressing, impressing
on the outer world,
our emotions hurled into
the form of the five elements.

What we believe, we choose,
and what we choose we create,
That means that our words and
our decisions dictate,

Whether it's a smile or
a frown looking back in
the mirror.

We are that mirror,
but that mirror isn't us;
this is something that
we must remember.

We are something so much
more than can be seen,
heard, tasted, touched, and
smelled.

The darkest or brightest
moments that can be
felt still fail to
compare to what we
truly are.

Because we are it,
the big It,
the all that ever was, It.

And the way we experience it
is through the endless process
of growth and evolution,
a constant revolution of
time and space, and energy
in motion.

There is no wrong and there is no right,
just cycles of day and night,
gifts and lessons that might,
if learned, provide us with
life everlasting.

So be wary of your thoughts,
but more of your words,
because your words travel
inward to become your truth.

The mind is tricky, It'll take you high and low,
but it's also a Garden, and you reap what you sow.

Written by Ricky Goodall. All rights reserved.